"But I am sure it was there.

I felt the hatred coming out from her towards me.

And oh, Sir Lyon, it was horrible!" "Try and think it was not Mrs.Varick's spirit," he said impressively.
"Try and tell yourself that it was either a dream, a waking phantom of your brain, or--or--" "Or what ?" asked Helen eagerly.
But there are thoughts, questions, suspicions that no human being willingly puts into words.
* * * * * During the last few days Sir Lyon had become convinced that Lionel Varick had resolved in his powerful, unscrupulous mind to make Helen Brabazon his wife.

It was in vain that he argued with himself that the question of Miss Brabazon's future concerned him not at all.

He found himself again and again, when watching those two, giving a great deal of uneasy thought to the matter.